Misty Morning Muse

Roiling about

Milky, filling valleys up; 
Some treetops bobbing

Among its surface eddies.

Yet diving below

All becomes becalmed, peaceful,

Silent seeming, sfumato;

A still world, without hurry,

As amber glow infuses.

Bluster

Restless winds convey
Anxiety with each gust
Thump of falling trees

Longing for Vanderbilt

What happened to them?
Those “Robber Barons” of old,
whose fortunes emerged
from building a modern world?
Have they been replaced,
one and all, by a new breed
of wealthy, fat cat,
shysters and con-men and thieves?
These “Liar Barons”
who never produce a thing
to benefit mere
common men! Is now the time
for new blood to rise,
maybe called “Savior Barons”,
who build their fortunes
undoing the harm of those
who profit at our expense?